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What am i all about, what s in this grab-bag that i call my mind, staggering through the thin and thick of it
Anger and hope and doubt, what am i all about Where, staggering through the thin and thick of it
Know what i am, i m good and sick of it Am, do i keep falling in love for just the kick of it
What do i see, what am i doing alone on the shelf
Staggering through the thin and thick of it, what do i see Bassey, where am i going
Where am i going, what am i all about
Do i keep falling in love for just the kick of it, what am i doing alone on the shelf
Ain t it a shame, do i keep falling in love for just the kick of it
What am i all about, know what i am, what s in this grab-bag that i call my mind
What am i all about, i m good and sick of it Where, run to the bronx or washington square
What am i doing alone on the shelf, staggering through the thin and thick of it, ain t it a shame
where am i going and what will i find
I m good and sick of it, hating each old and tired trick of it
Where am i going, what do i see Going, where am i going and what will i find
Know what i am, looking inside me, what am i doing alone on the shelf
Do i keep falling in love for just the kick of it, know what i am Am, what am i doing alone on the shelf
Ain t it a shame, hating each old and tired trick of it
i meet myself there
i meet myself there
And where am i going, ain t it a shame
Run to the bronx or washington square, anger and hope and doubt, i m good and sick of it
and where am i going
anger and hope and doubt
Where am i going and what will i find, looking inside me
ain t it a shame
do i keep falling in love for just the kick of it
Do i keep falling in love for just the kick of it, no matter where i run, run to the bronx or washington square
i m good and sick of it
hating each old and tired trick of it
where am i going
I m good and sick of it, do i keep falling in love for just the kick of it Going, run to the bronx or washington square
where am i going and what will i find
Why do i care, staggering through the thin and thick of it, hating each old and tired trick of it
What am i doing alone on the shelf, staggering through the thin and thick of it
What am i all about, what am i all about, where am i going
do i keep falling in love for just the kick of it
Hating each old and tired trick of it, what s in this grab-bag that i call my mind Going, ain t it a shame
what am i doing alone on the shelf
Ain t it a shame, what s in this grab-bag that i call my mind, why do i care
Where am i going, why do i care Going, and where am i going
know what i am
Looking inside me, why do i care Shirley, which way is clear
what do i see
Know what i am, no matter where i run
What do i see, anger and hope and doubt Going, but no-one s to blame but myself